Unsteady

Unsteady

At the cliff, 

Where the sun was bidding farewell, 

The moon behind me was peeking behind the hills, 

Looking at me as if it was asking me questions about me being there. 

Sitting there looking past the dusty hills,

Wondering about nothing but you, 

It was eerily quiet that night when I first met you, 

Sitting all by yourself crying your eyes out.

The streak of hair kissing your cheeks, 

And you trying to move it away,

Just peering through the skies,

With your eyes asking questions to god. 

The cold night made you shiver up, 

With the mink coat rendered useless, 

Just walking down the street,

Trying to keep your composure. 

But you looked like a raging storm ready to engulf a ship, 

Trying to somehow find an avenue of hope, 

With me just grabbed by an imaginary lasso of your innocence,

Followed you like a shadow. 

With the raindrops dripping your soul in sin, 

You sit near a cafe like a lost puppy looking for a master, 

Looking around and then transfixed your gaze at me, 

Trying to reason with the fact of me following you. 

Asking me to sit besides you, 

Holding you close to heal the broken heart, 

Trying to keep you warm that chilly night, 

Giving the unsteady rocky soul a shore to rest by,

With you sleeping in the car parked besides the road, 

I sit and talk to the hills,

To find a way to guide you past the broken boulevard of your dreams,

And with that calm baby face you smile and cuddle me up, 

Looking back at the life we left behind and waiting for the snowed roads of our ice cold heart melt open.